*nods once, barely perceptibly, pitifully, something in his mind connecting just then (Erestor)* Okay.
*lets his eyes close again, even though water is all he can see when he does, as his screaming bones and flesh and the terror (standing so close to the shore) plead with him to go to sleep* Tired.
*doesn't respond again when you shake him gently, or when his men and women speak to each other and to you in anxious, hushed tones well within earshot*